Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2013 06:47:05 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandaddy's Feet - Part 9

This story was written about the author's life. Parts of it are true and
parts of it are purely the author's imagination.
Names and locations have been changed for privacy reasons.
The author was young when he became sexually active however he does not
condone nor encourage sex with minors.
Please do not reproduce, circulate, or print the story without prior
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Grandaddy's Feet - Part 9

I awoke at some point in the middle of the night, it was pitch black, I was
naked in a strange bed, and for a moment I was disoriented. I felt Great
Grandaddy's woolen long johns on my back and then everything came flooding
back to me. Where I was, who I was with, and what we had done. I also had
an erection and felt that familiar feeling in my balls. I wanted his
big cock in me again rubbing my crazy button but not yet.

I began to explore his massive body while he slept. Starting at his
shoulders, squeezing and caressing each part of this enormous man, feeling
the strength of him, awed by the sheer size and mass, and working my way
down to his gargantuan feet. This was 6 foot 8 inches and 300 plus pounds
of rock solid man.

I was inhaling the scent of his feet and commenced humping them when he
woke up. "Aye Laddie you need some more of Great Grandaddy do ya? Come back
up here and I'll take care of you Laddie."  I stripped his big wool socks
off both of his feet and he unbuttoned the front of his long johns and told
me to climb inside of them with him. I didn't think it was possible but he
assisted me and damn if I wasn't able to.

While he was lying on his side he had me put my legs feet first down inside
of the legs of his long johns. The material stretched easily to accommodate
my legs inside with his. He pushed me forward, bending me in half while he
lined his massive cock up with my man hole. Holding me around the waist he
pushed me down on to his cock while he thrust forward and upward and he was
in me balls deep.

That first push made me gasp out loud but my ass was still well lubed with
vaseline and his cum from earlier. He took his socks from my hands, pushed
my arms down inside of his long johns and buttoned the front of them back
up. I was now trapped inside of his long johns with him and his massive
cock inside of me. My feet were somewhere below his knees and my head below
his chin. The material held tight and restricted me from any movement.

His hands and body were free to move and any movement he made took me with
him. He held his socks to my face and began slowly humping me
giving sensory overload. I could feel his hairy masculine body all over my
back and legs, the scratchy wool of his long johns on my nips and the head
of my cock as the scent of his socks filled my head, while his cock
completely filled me.

His slow gentle humping was rubbing my crazy button with each movement and
he slowly took me to a peak of pleasure where nothing else existed but the
sensations he was giving me and his musky masculine scent. When I climaxed
my body tried to convulse but was held so tightly to him it could not move
and as each wave of the orgasm I was having wracked my body it was so
intense I was wimpering.

He rolled on to his back taking me with with him still skewered on his pole
of pleasure. With his big arms holding me tight to his body and pushing me
down even further on his cock he started humping upwards. Slowly at first
then increasing his speed and culminating in his own orgasm. I felt his hot
cum flood my insides and his body stiffen and relax each time he shot into
me.

Rolling us back on to his side he picked up his socks held them to my face
and said "Aye laddie your tight little arse has completely captivated me.
It's been a long time since I've done that twice in a night" as we both
drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to him gently rubbing my head and his soft voice telling me it
was time to get up. I didn't want to wake up it felt so good inside of his
long johns against his body. When I opened my eyes the  sun was up
streaming into the window. He started unbuttoning his long johns as he
explained to me that we had to get up, dressed, and head to the lodge.
Great Grandaddy took breakfast there every Sunday morning and greeted his
incoming guests and I was to join him.

We washed up, brushed our teeth, dressed and were headed out to the lodge
in no time. As we were dressing I noticed he put the same socks back on and
smiled.

The lodge was about a 10 minute walk from the farmhouse along a dirt road
beside the lake and Great Grandaddy just whistled the entire time. When we
walked to the top of a knoll in the road, the lodge appeared below us. It
was a massive structure built of rocks and logs, that sat on a point of
land jutting out into the lake. A wide veranda was on the front of the
building that provided sweeping views of the lake.

The lodge was set back from the lake with grass leading down to the edge of
the water on three sides. Several boat docks were in the lake with
different types of boats tied to them. In the back of the lodge off to one
side was a large parking area and several outbuildings.

We approached the lodge from the side of the building and went up the
stairs leading to the veranda. There were several round tables on the
veranda already set for breakfast. I noticed one table had one very large
chair at it that was bigger than all the rest and knew this was for Great
Grandaddy.

Frenchie immediately came out with a picture of coffee for Great Grandaddy
and milk for me and left. He poured some coffee and offered to show me
around.

The main room was cavernous with a 20 foot ceiling and a field stone
fireplace that covered an entire wall and could burn four foot logs. It
contained several sofas, tables and chairs, and one oversized rocking chair
for Great Grandaddy. There was a stairway leading up to the guest's rooms
and their shared bathrooms. Most rooms had a view of the lake except the
ones at the back of the lodge.

The back of the main room had a triple wide door way that lead to the
dinning room. It had several tables and cupboards in it and could
easily seat 24 comfortably. One of the larger tables had an oversized chair
pulled up to it to accommodate Great Grandaddy. The oversized pieces of
furniture were prevalent throughout the farmhouse and lodge.

In the back of the dinning room were double swinging doors that led to the
kitchen. There were three massive stoves in this room, multiple sinks,
tables, closets, cabinets, and cupboards. Everything eaten at the lodge was
made on site including the breads and pastries so the kitchen was a
constant hub of activity. Additionally the fish the guests caught were
cleaned and cooked for the guest that caught them if they desired.

Leading from the kitchen to the back of the lodge was a long hall with an
assortment of multiple store rooms and bedrooms off of it for the cooks and
domestic help. The supplies for the lodge were brought into the lodge via
this hallway so the guests were never disturbed.

When we stepped out thru the back door of the lodge you could see the other
buildings - boat house, work shops, storage buildings, and a bunk house.
There were three full time men that worked year round  at the lodge
and maintained the bldgs, boats, lodge, and grounds keeping them in peak
condition. They were also responsible for the fire in the fireplace which
was always burning as there was no other heat in the lodge and even in
summer it was cool at the lake in the mornings and evenings.

There was a road leading away from the lodge into the forest and I asked
where it went. He told we came to the lodge from the south but this road
lead to a sizable town and Canada where most of the supplies came from.
Just as we were turning to go back into the lodge a truck came down the
road with a lone man in it.

He pulled up parked the truck and approached us. This was Great Grandaddy's
property manager - Joe. In addition to managing the property and the three
men that maintained it Joe was also responsible for the vast land holdings
Great Grandaddy owned. Apparently he owned thousands of acres of woodlands
that surrounded the lake, stretched south and west of the lodge and north
into Canada.

Joe lived in town with his wife and children but met with Great Grandaddy a
few times a week to discuss operations and forest management. Joe's Dad had
worked for the lodge for decades and when he retired Joe took over. They
had breakfast together every Sunday morning before the guests
began arriving. When the lodge was closed for the season they met in town
at an office that was rented and maintained for them that Joe usually
worked from but he could also be seen at the lodge several times each week.

Joe ensured that the contracts with the logging company were adhered to and
that only selective agreed on cuttings were done and seedlings were
replanted. Great Grandaddy and his sons were all outdoors men, loved
nature, and wanted the forests he owned and the lake preserved. Part of the
agreement was that the roads to and from the property were maintained and
cleared of snow year round.

Joe and Great Grandaddy discussed business during breakfast as we ate on
the veranda. It was about 9 AM when Grandaddy and the uncles arrived from
the farm house. They all knew Joe and caught up but before Joe left he
invited Grandaddy and Uncle Billy to his house for supper with his family.
He and Grandaddy had known each other since childhood and were close
friends.

The guests started arriving around noon and while the help took their bags
to their rooms they were shown to the veranda and served coffee and
sandwiches. I noticed very few had fishing gear with them and Uncle Billy
explained to me later that it was stored for them at the lodge and brought
to their rooms before they arrived. A few brought new items which were
also left behind for storage.

Most arrived by plane which we could observe from the veranda. As soon as
they deplaned the help went down and met them on the docks, took their
luggage, and the plane departed. All were greeted as close friends and many
were.

The next few hours plans were made for the upcoming week's events. Most
knew the lake well and after saying hello, retrieved their fishing
gear, went right to the dock, got into one of the boats and spent every day
alone fishing and enjoying the peace and solitude the lake provided. They'd
return to the lodge when they were hungry or have sandwiches and coffee
made for them and took it with them. All would usually return by 7 PM for
drinks, dinner, and socializing with each other.

Some would fish the streams and river that ran thru the property also alone
or they would request a guide which Grandaddy and the uncles were used for
and would also fish with the men. Great Grandaddy only acted as a guide for
his special guests - the original owners sons and grandsons. Today however
his afternoon was free so I was to spend the afternoon with him fishing on
the lake.

When Grandaddy and the uncles were not employed as guides they worked on
the property like everyone else including Great Grandaddy himself. Fishing
was usually done with the guests and time permitting. There were very few
days when anyone had an entire day to himself to just do as he pleased. The
lodge and the vast land holdings were a lot of work and kept everyone busy.
Your nights were free if it wasn't your turn to entertain the guests at the
lodge and that was about it from spring thru fall when things slowed down
quite a bit at the lodge.

After the guests departed for fishing Great Grandaddy and I headed out on
the lake in one of the motor boats. It was hot and Great Grandaddy removed
his shirt and unbuttoned a few buttons on his long johns. As we fished I
could see sweat droplets glistening on his hairy chest and was becoming
aroused. Damn he was a fine looking man.

He took me to several of his favorite fishing spots on the lake and we
caught a half dozen lake trout and one salmon. It was after 5 PM and
almost time to start heading back to the lodge. We pulled in our lines and
Great Grandaddy headed the boat back to the lodge. Enroute he pulled into a
small shallow out of the way cove.

Once we dropped the anchor Great Grandaddy spun the boat seat around and
beckoned me to him "Laddie come sit on my lap". I didn't have to be told
twice. I climbed up on his lap, faced him and we began to kiss. My hands
reached inside his long johns and I began to rub and massage his hairy
chest. I could feel his erection growing in his pants and began to move my
ass back and forth on it while sucking on his tongue and continuing to play
with his luxuriant chest hair.

He gently pushed me off of his lap and told me to undress while he
undressed himself. We were both stripped naked in seconds and our clothes
were strewn all over the boat. He was standing in the boat nude and pissing
over the side. This was the first time I had ever seen him completely
naked. He was extraordinary!

He sat down in the chair and I went to him, dropped to my knees between his
legs, took his giant cock in both hands and began to suck and lick his cock
head. I could barely fit the head in my mouth but was going crazy on it.
Licking, tasting, tongue fucking the slit in the tip, and lapping up
his precum which started flowing. I noticed if I squeezed the head of his
cock with both hands the slit widened and let the tip of my tongue inside.
When I did this he moaned and sighed louder so I continued to tongue fuck
his cock opening. This went on for several minutes before he pulled me off
of his cock and told me to get the Vaseline from his tackle box.

I handed him the Vaseline turned my back to him and leaned forward without
being told. He quickly lubed me up, spun me around and lifted me on to his
lap. I lifted up, leaned forward into him, and he guided his big ole cock
into me. It was impossible not to gasp and cry out as his gargantuan pole
of pleasure filled me again. I sat there for a moment then placed both of
my hands on his shoulders and commenced to ride him to glory.

My crazy button was being vigorously massaged and he just sat there and let
me take my pleasure from him. I was riding his cock like a mad man and
screaming out my joy from the pleasure he was giving me. He suddenly
wrapped his massive arms around me, crushed me to his hairy chest and
started up thrusting into me like a jackhammer. When I climaxed I bit down
so hard on his shoulder I drew blood and he just continued to power fuck me
for a few seconds longer than moaned out "Oh Laddie, Laddie" as he flooded
my insides with his man seed.

It was fast and furious and the exertion left us both breathless with
chests heaving. He continued to hold me in a death grip in his arms while
we both came down from that peak of sexual bliss. His cock was still in my
ass and I could feel his hairy chest on mine and his hairy thighs on the
underside of my legs. He bent his head forward and began kissing me,
released his grip on me and sighed "Oh Laddie you are going to kill me" and
just smiled.

We went swimming naked in the lake and I watched his powerful body cutting
thru the water and thought to myself again how lucky I was. When we were
done swimming we climbed back on the boat, dried ourselves in the sun,
dressed, retrieved our baskets of fish we had caught from the lake and
headed back to the lodge.

On the way back Great Grandaddy told me I had to sleep in someone else's
bed tonight - "Laddie I'd like nothing better than to spend the night with
you again. But I'm a lot older than you Laddie and need to sleep tonight.
Your young, healthy and recover more quickly than I do. You have given me
more enjoyment since being here than I have had in a long time but I need a
few days to recover."

He was smiling and tousled the hair on my head and said to enjoy myself
with the uncles while I was here too. "Never a shortage of cock and cum at
the lodge Laddie. Plenty enough for everyone."
He whistled all the way back to the lodge and I remembered what Uncle Billy
told me about the scent of Great Uncle Willie's feet, smiled and also began
whistling.

Great Grandaddy headed in to the lodge and I headed back to the farmhouse.
Great Uncle Willie and Link were on the porch drinks in hand when I
arrived. They told me Grandaddy and Uncle Billy went to Joe's for dinner
and drinks and would be back late. Dinner was just the three of us.

During dinner we discussed the days fishing and they both smiled and asked
me if I was having a good time. I told them "Hell yes who wouldn't!" They
both just laughed and said good. As soon as dinner was over they said they
were going to bed early. I asked if i could join them? They both looked at
each other, smiled, and nodded their heads yes. "Lead the way" and they did
straight to their bedroom. I was already hard by the time we reached the
top of the stairs.

They sat on the bed and Uncle Wille asked me if I was ready for two men? I
just blurted out "Yes" and went up to them kissing one then the other and
feeling their crotches as I did so. Uncle Willie told me that the knew how
much I like feet, socked and bare, but his scent was really strong so if I
didn't like it don't be afraid to say so.

I knelt at his feet first and unlaced and removed one of his boots. The
smell immediately came wafting up to my face. It was strong and pungent,
totally masculine and I immediately held it to my face and inhaled deeply.
He had on dark Argyles like Grandaddy only his scent was five times as
strong. His sock was worn at the heel and his big toe was pushed out thru a
hole at the top. Stiff from sweat and being worn for weeks. About the same
size as Grandaddy's 16s.

He held his one foot under my nose as I unlaced and removed his other boot.
The scent of both feet filled my head and I couldn't think. I just couldn't
get enough of it. It was the strongest scent I have ever smelled to this
day and quickly permeated the room. He had to push me away from his feet
and told me to remove Uncle Link's boots.

I unlaced and removed Uncle Links boots and although his scent was strong
and his socks were in much the same condition as Great Uncle Willies I
couldn't wait to get back to Uncle Willies feet. Uncle Links feet were
appropriate for his size - 10s.

While I was working on their feet they were undressing. Both had long johns
on. Uncle Willie told me to undress and lay across the foot of the bed.
They had an idea that they thought I might enjoy. I undressed while
continuing to inhale the scent of these two men and was so aroused I was
shaking.

When I looked at them they had removed all of their clothing except for
their socks. Great Uncle Willie even undressed looked like a smaller
version of his Dad. Same hairy chest, crotch, and legs. The size and shape
of his body was more along the line of Grandaddy's as was his cock 9X6.

Uncle Link was a total surprise. Covered in thick black curly hair from his
neck down it looked like a pelt instead of body hair. Now I understood why
he was called "Link" instead of his real name which was Arthur. He looked
ape like - the proverbial missing link. I was mesmerized and instantly
reached out with both hands and commenced to run my hands all over him. It
was soft and thick and you could grab hands full of it. As I was playing
with the hair on his upper body. I reached down and felt his cock. It was
short, just shy of 7 inches, beer can like, and hard as a rock.

Great Uncle Willie commented "If you like the strong scent of male feet and
hairy bodies you've come to the right place" and they both laughed.

I climbed into the bed and laid on my side facing the head board. I was
surprised when Uncle Link told me to scoot forward and climbed in behind me
also lying on his side. Great Uncle Willie climbed in, bent his knees, lied
on his side and put both of his socked feet in my face! I groaned in
enjoyment as his scent overwhelmed me. My head was once again filled with
the scent of him and I couldn't think as his scent just completely filled
my very being.

Uncle Link behind me now pulled me close to him and I could feel his his
hairy body all over the back of me covering me like a blanket of
masculinity. His beer can cock was hard as a rock and between my legs. I
could feel it on the underside of my ball sack slowly moving back and forth
as he gently humped between my legs, nibbled on my ears and neck, and cooed
soft words to me.

This was sexual nirvana and I completely succumbed to the feelings they
were giving me. I was far and away focused on that pinnacle of pleasure
they were giving me. Uncle Link lifted my leg, took his beer can cock in
hand, and pushed in to me. I was so well lubed and stretched from the past
three times with Great Grandaddy that he slid right in balls deep as I let
out a deep sight of contentment and enjoyment.

Great Uncle Willied pulled one of his feet away from my grasp and put it in
my crotch rubbing my cock and balls and pushing me down further on Uncle
Link's cock. I locked my arms around his other foot and continued to inhale
deeply of his incredible scent. Uncle Link's cock found my crazy button and
continued to ram and massage it with his cock head. I reached peaks of
passion that no one man could bring any other man to.

Delirious with pleasure and all of my senses completely overwhelmed I
orgasmed so hard my balls hurt but I couldn't stop myself from continuing.
I was fucking myself on Uncle Link's cock, humping the hell out of Great
Uncle Willies foot and alternating between sniffing his other foot and
sucking on it.

I never felt Uncle Link climax but when his dick went soft and came out of
me I begged of him "Please Uncle Link I need your cock back in me
Plllleeeeaaasssseeee fuck me." I needed that second orgasm. I had to have
it and my body was trembling of need and want of more cock and another
climax.

Great Uncle Willie told me to hang on while him and Uncle Link changed
places. Great Uncle Willie took off his socks, got quickly behind me and
slammed balls deep into me. I sighed with relief at being filled with cock
again. Uncle Link put both of his feet in my crotch and pushed me tightly
down on to Great Uncle Willie's big cock.

Great Uncle Willie was now holding his socks tightly to my face while I
furiously fucked myself on his cock. I was groaning and begging them both
to let me climax. My hips and ass were moving like lightning humping
forward on Uncle Links feet and humping back on Great Uncle Willie's big
cock.

Possessed with lust I was in a sexual frenzy that had my entire body
shaking. I reached that sexual peak and went over the edge screaming out my
joy as Great Uncle Willie and I both climaxed together and I trembled from
head to toe for several minutes having mini orgasms that seemed to go on
forever.

My whole body collapsed and I was sweating profusely, out of breath
and gasping for air. I could feel Great Uncle Willie softening inside of me
and Uncle Link's feet in my crotch. I took Great Uncle Willie's socks from
his hand and held them to my face while I inhaled the scent and sucked
the taste of his feet out of them.

Great Uncle Willie broke the spell by laughing and said "Damn Squirt you
are the Horniest little fucker in the MacGranite family" and the three of
us burst out laughing. I was completely satiated or so I thought.

The uncles said it was time for sleep. Great Uncle Willie and I moved to
the head of the bed and and the three of us got under the covers.
I was between the two of them with his socks still in my hands. Great Uncle
Willie faced out of the bed with his knees bent so he could fit. I snuggled
up to his back and Uncle Link snuggled up to my back with his arm thrown
over both of us. He sandwiched me between the two of them and the sensation
of being wedged between them and Uncle Link's hairy body had me aroused in
no time.

Great Uncle Willie was snoring in seconds but Uncle Link didn't make a
sound and I could feel his even breathing on my neck. I started grinding my
ass on Uncle Link's crotch and could feel the beer can coming to life. He
whispered in my ear "Squirt are you still horny" and I replied with a sigh
"yes" lifted my leg, and he slowly fed me his cock.

My own cock was wedged between Great Uncle Willie's ass cheeks and as Uncle
Link began his slow rythymic movement my cock slid back forth between his
ass cheeks. I had one of Great Uncle Willie's socks stuffed in my mouth
and the other under my nose. The bed springs were squeaking softly in
rythym to our movements and I was being crushed between two masculine men
with a beer can cock stuffed in my ass ramming and massaging my crazy
button with the head of it. Life just doesn't get better than this.

Uncle Link wasn't anything to look at but damn could he fuck. His gentle
slow movements brought me to the edge and back again several times. I
couldn't take it anymore and had to cum. I clenched my ass muscles on his
cock and just rode it hard until we both climaxed and I shot my load all
over Great Uncle Willie's lower back while Uncle Link shot multiple times
into me. Exhausted and with Uncle Link's beer can cock still lodged in my
ass I drifted off to sleep filled with the scent of Great Uncle Willie's
socks that I still had clutched to my face.

Granite Mac